Moonshine
12-29-2005, 03:15 PM
American born, Jasmine Burrow, sat at the long banquet table next to her parents. Ever since she was five, she had been dining in some of the fanciest and most lavish homes and palaces around the world. Now, as she approached twenty-one, her father, Allen Burrow, was an American Ambassador to the Middle East and they were dinning with Sultan Akem Raza Oknol.
Even though she had traveled the world, Jasmine's mother had insisted on her having the best education she could. Her mother taught her all the American courses that she needed, but her world studies came from studying with the children of kings, emperors, and sultans. Her studying with these children had taught her one lesson that she would never forget. It didn't matter the country or the ruler, they were use to getting what they wanted, when they wanted it, no exceptions.
Along with being well educated, Jasmine was very beautiful. She turned the heads of many diplomatic, and non-diplomatic, men all over the world. Her tall, slender figure and ample breasts were the first things they noticed. Once they got past that, they would then notice her long strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. And at this very moment, she was holding the eye of the Sultan himself.
The Sultan, a young man in his mid-thirties, was very use to getting what he want and did not like to be told "no". His short black hair and brown eyes set off his tall, slender, and muscled body. The white turban on his head made his nearly six foot height appear taller. The long white robes flowed and rippled behind him as he walked. His skin was naturally tanned from his heritage. Yes, even he too had caught the eye of Jasmine. Not because of he was the Sultan, but because he was very handsome.
As the evening began to close, the sultan requested the presence of Allen Burrow and his wife. Behind closed doors, he began to bargin with Allen Burrow for his daughter. He was very insistant upon her being in his harem. No matter how much money the sultan offered Allen, the answer was always "no".
"I'm sorry, Sultan," Allen said, "but that is not how we, Americans, marry. We do not believe in arranged marriages, but allow our children to make their own decisions on who and when they marry." "I see," said the Sultan, placing the tips of his fingers together in front of him. "I assume then, that you will not be persuaded to make an acception then?" "No," Allen stated firmly, "She will not marry unless she wishes too."
With a flick of his hand, Allen Burrow and his wife were escorted to a secluded area of the palace and kept well guarded. It was the wish of the Sultan that they remain there until the marriage ceremony, and the sexual consumation, between him and Jasmine had taken place. Jasmine was taken away to room in which the Sultan's harem began to prepare her for the approaching marriage ceremony and consumation.
The next morning, a very exhausted Jasmine was brought in the bridal chamber of the palace. She had been kept awake all night and was physically exhausted and dilarious from the lack of sleep. After very little persuasion from the Sultan, Jasmine conscented to marrying him. It would be that night before the consumation would take place, so she was allowed to sleep.
A few hours before night fall, the harem returned and dressed Jasmine. Over her breasts was a soft blue top, resembleing that of an athletic bra. The bottom was much like that of a swim suit bottom, barely covering her pussy and ass. The see through top cover her completely from neck to belly with long puffy sleeves that held tight to her wrists with elastic. The bottoms, made of the same material, ran from her waists down with the same effect at her ankles. Her petit feet were left bare. Her face, from the top of her nose down, was masked with a veil made from the same fabric. Her outfit looked very much like that of the one worn in the old TV series I Dream of Jeanie. As the harem left her, they knew that the Sultan would indeed be pleased with his new wife.
Just as night was falling, Jasmine remembered what had taken place the night before in her dilarious state of mind. She also knew that the Sultan would now be coming to consumate the vows that they had taken. Her thoughts were interrupted by the large bridal doors opening. The Sultan, dressed in only a robe, entered the bridal chamber and closed the door.
Jasmine stood in the middle of the large bridal chamber as the Sultan walked around her, looking her body over. "Have you ever laid with a man," he asked. Straighten her body and holding her head high she answered "yes" proudly. "I assumed as much," he said as he continued to circle her. "How many?" "Two," she answered, her head still held high. "MMM," he moaned. "I have heard it rumored that American girls are free with their bodies. After tonight though, Jasmine, you will no longer be free with any man but me."
Standing behind her, he removed the veil from her face. He then removed her see through top and bottom, leaving only the sold ones on. Walking around in front of her, he discarded his robe, revealing a very thick and hard eight inch cock. Jasmine gasped as she looked at him. "You're certainly bigger than any of the men I've been with," she said breathlessly, unable to take her eyes off of it. "Good," he said as he pulled her close to him, "you should still be tight then. How long has it been since you've had a man to touch you?" His hands rubbed her back and neck as he asked the question. Panting from his sensual touch, she answered, "Almost a year." "MMM," he moaned, "you will indeed be tight then."
The Sultan then carried her to the massive bed and gently sat her down in the middle. The four posted, cantapy bed looked as if his whole harem could fit into it. He must have read her mind because he smiling said, "At times, I like to have as many of my wives in bed with me as possible. I enjoy fucking them all at once. With the exception, of course, of when I am breaking in a new one."
Jasmine willingly raised her hands over her head as he pulled her top off. Her ample breasts popped out as they were freed from their prison. "MMM," the Sultan moaned as he massaged them before taking them into his mouth and sucking. "Oh Sultan," she moaned as her hands ran through his hair. "Akem," he said. "Call me Akem." "Akem," she moaned as he continued to suck and pulled at her hard nipples.
The Sultan was greatly enjoying her display of pleasure by saying, "Most of my countries woman just lay still as their husbands have their way with them. You are the first American I have had and I am greatly pleased that you show your excitement so freely by you're moaning." "That's not the only way I show it," Jasmine said smiling. "Oh Jasmine," he moaned, "I can't wait to see how else you show it." "Then let me show you," she said as she pushed him onto his back.
The Sultan laid back and watched with pleasure as Jasmine took his cock into her mouth and slowly made love to it. She could tell by his actions, he had never had a woman to do this before and that it was definately a new experience for him. Like most men though, his natural response was to place his hand on her head and push his cock deep into her mouth. Jasmine showed her pleasure by squeeling and grabbing his hips as she increased her pace on him.
"AAHH HAA SHH H-HA," Akem moaned as his new harem, Jasmine, gave him his first mind blowing blow-job. "Oh Jasmine," he panted as he unloaded a very salty load into her mouth. "MMM," Jasmine moaned as she swallowed it. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled. Akem was widely smiling with a very pleased look on his face. "Let me taste," he said as he looked up at her. Crawling to him, she softly kissed him. This kissed turned more passionate as he pulled her too him. Their tongues twirled each other as he tasted his own cum for the first time in her mouth.
Pulling back from him, Jasmine provocatively removed her bottoms and then straddled his face. The Sultan eagerly licked at his new harems love mound. "Oh yes," she moaned as she rubbed her pussy in his face. "Yes, Akem. Oh yes." His hands now held her thighs, doing their best to hold her still as his tongue flicked at her swollen clit. Her love juices began to flow from her as his tongue plunged into her. A loud moan came from him as he tasted her. This wasn't the first time he had eaten one of his harem's pussies, but it was the first time that one had came so hard when he eat them.
Panting, trying to catch her breath after having such an intense orgasm, Jasmine laid on her back. Akem laid next to her, watching her breasts heave as she deeply breathed. "Your pussy is the first that I have seen that has only a small spot of hair." "I shave it," she said, still catching he breath. "I like it," he said. "I shall have the rest of my harem do the same. You will show them, yes." "Yes," she panted.
With his dick once again fully erect, he laid between her legs. His hard eight inch shaft easily slid into her as he pushed himself in. It was now Jasmine's turn to moan out "AHHH H-HA MMM" as it felt as if he was ripping her apart. "Oh my lord and master," she cried out as he pushed deeply into her, touching the lining of her womb, and her backbone, as he did. "Oh Jasmine," he groaned as he did, "you are indeed tight."
Lying there briefly, he took in the tightness of her pussy before raising up on his arms and began to slowly move in her. Their eyes fixed on each other as they slowly made love. His brown ones watched with delight as her blue ones closed from pleasure. They sparkled as Jasmine's body arched, causing her breast to heave up. "Jasmine," he softly called, "open your eyes. Watch as I move in you."
Opening her eyes, she smiled as she raised her head and watched between their bodies as his thick shaft moved in and out of her. "AAHHH," she gasped as she continued to watch. "Feel it deeply," Akem whispered into ear. "Feel my royal Sultan cock as it deeply pushes into your American peasant pussy." Jasmine could tell that he was livid with pleasure at the thought that he, a great sultan, was denied her body by her father and yet, here he was having her. She, despite her father's wishes, had agreed to marry him in a state of delusion, but now she was willingly consumating their marriage. The thought of her going against her daddy's wishes made her cum hard.
Pulling out of her and laying her on her side, Akem pushed Jasmine's legs up into a fetal position before reentering her. Holding her leg down, he moved in her. He smiled as he watched her enjoying him. With her arms pushing against the large wooden headboard, she began to push back on him as he pushed deeply in her. Looking up at him, she asked, "Are you pleased with your new wife?" "AHHH," he moaned, "I am greatly pleased with my twentith wife." "Twenty," she thought to herself.
Placing a hand on each side of her, Akem quicken his pace in Jasmine. Soon she was cuming again and he too came shortly after her. Akem leaned over and passionately kissed Jasmine, which in turn pushed him deeper in her. Still in her, he laid behind her and lowly said, "You please me in bed more than any of the others. You will be my favorite wife because of it. I have not yet chosen a main Sultana, but YOU will be the one." The Sultan, Akem, then wrapped his arms around Jasmine, his new harem, and the two fell asleep.
Even though she had traveled the world, Jasmine's mother had insisted on her having the best education she could. Her mother taught her all the American courses that she needed, but her world studies came from studying with the children of kings, emperors, and sultans. Her studying with these children had taught her one lesson that she would never forget. It didn't matter the country or the ruler, they were use to getting what they wanted, when they wanted it, no exceptions.
Along with being well educated, Jasmine was very beautiful. She turned the heads of many diplomatic, and non-diplomatic, men all over the world. Her tall, slender figure and ample breasts were the first things they noticed. Once they got past that, they would then notice her long strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. And at this very moment, she was holding the eye of the Sultan himself.
The Sultan, a young man in his mid-thirties, was very use to getting what he want and did not like to be told "no". His short black hair and brown eyes set off his tall, slender, and muscled body. The white turban on his head made his nearly six foot height appear taller. The long white robes flowed and rippled behind him as he walked. His skin was naturally tanned from his heritage. Yes, even he too had caught the eye of Jasmine. Not because of he was the Sultan, but because he was very handsome.
As the evening began to close, the sultan requested the presence of Allen Burrow and his wife. Behind closed doors, he began to bargin with Allen Burrow for his daughter. He was very insistant upon her being in his harem. No matter how much money the sultan offered Allen, the answer was always "no".
"I'm sorry, Sultan," Allen said, "but that is not how we, Americans, marry. We do not believe in arranged marriages, but allow our children to make their own decisions on who and when they marry." "I see," said the Sultan, placing the tips of his fingers together in front of him. "I assume then, that you will not be persuaded to make an acception then?" "No," Allen stated firmly, "She will not marry unless she wishes too."
With a flick of his hand, Allen Burrow and his wife were escorted to a secluded area of the palace and kept well guarded. It was the wish of the Sultan that they remain there until the marriage ceremony, and the sexual consumation, between him and Jasmine had taken place. Jasmine was taken away to room in which the Sultan's harem began to prepare her for the approaching marriage ceremony and consumation.
The next morning, a very exhausted Jasmine was brought in the bridal chamber of the palace. She had been kept awake all night and was physically exhausted and dilarious from the lack of sleep. After very little persuasion from the Sultan, Jasmine conscented to marrying him. It would be that night before the consumation would take place, so she was allowed to sleep.
A few hours before night fall, the harem returned and dressed Jasmine. Over her breasts was a soft blue top, resembleing that of an athletic bra. The bottom was much like that of a swim suit bottom, barely covering her pussy and ass. The see through top cover her completely from neck to belly with long puffy sleeves that held tight to her wrists with elastic. The bottoms, made of the same material, ran from her waists down with the same effect at her ankles. Her petit feet were left bare. Her face, from the top of her nose down, was masked with a veil made from the same fabric. Her outfit looked very much like that of the one worn in the old TV series I Dream of Jeanie. As the harem left her, they knew that the Sultan would indeed be pleased with his new wife.
Just as night was falling, Jasmine remembered what had taken place the night before in her dilarious state of mind. She also knew that the Sultan would now be coming to consumate the vows that they had taken. Her thoughts were interrupted by the large bridal doors opening. The Sultan, dressed in only a robe, entered the bridal chamber and closed the door.
Jasmine stood in the middle of the large bridal chamber as the Sultan walked around her, looking her body over. "Have you ever laid with a man," he asked. Straighten her body and holding her head high she answered "yes" proudly. "I assumed as much," he said as he continued to circle her. "How many?" "Two," she answered, her head still held high. "MMM," he moaned. "I have heard it rumored that American girls are free with their bodies. After tonight though, Jasmine, you will no longer be free with any man but me."
Standing behind her, he removed the veil from her face. He then removed her see through top and bottom, leaving only the sold ones on. Walking around in front of her, he discarded his robe, revealing a very thick and hard eight inch cock. Jasmine gasped as she looked at him. "You're certainly bigger than any of the men I've been with," she said breathlessly, unable to take her eyes off of it. "Good," he said as he pulled her close to him, "you should still be tight then. How long has it been since you've had a man to touch you?" His hands rubbed her back and neck as he asked the question. Panting from his sensual touch, she answered, "Almost a year." "MMM," he moaned, "you will indeed be tight then."
The Sultan then carried her to the massive bed and gently sat her down in the middle. The four posted, cantapy bed looked as if his whole harem could fit into it. He must have read her mind because he smiling said, "At times, I like to have as many of my wives in bed with me as possible. I enjoy fucking them all at once. With the exception, of course, of when I am breaking in a new one."
Jasmine willingly raised her hands over her head as he pulled her top off. Her ample breasts popped out as they were freed from their prison. "MMM," the Sultan moaned as he massaged them before taking them into his mouth and sucking. "Oh Sultan," she moaned as her hands ran through his hair. "Akem," he said. "Call me Akem." "Akem," she moaned as he continued to suck and pulled at her hard nipples.
The Sultan was greatly enjoying her display of pleasure by saying, "Most of my countries woman just lay still as their husbands have their way with them. You are the first American I have had and I am greatly pleased that you show your excitement so freely by you're moaning." "That's not the only way I show it," Jasmine said smiling. "Oh Jasmine," he moaned, "I can't wait to see how else you show it." "Then let me show you," she said as she pushed him onto his back.
The Sultan laid back and watched with pleasure as Jasmine took his cock into her mouth and slowly made love to it. She could tell by his actions, he had never had a woman to do this before and that it was definately a new experience for him. Like most men though, his natural response was to place his hand on her head and push his cock deep into her mouth. Jasmine showed her pleasure by squeeling and grabbing his hips as she increased her pace on him.
"AAHH HAA SHH H-HA," Akem moaned as his new harem, Jasmine, gave him his first mind blowing blow-job. "Oh Jasmine," he panted as he unloaded a very salty load into her mouth. "MMM," Jasmine moaned as she swallowed it. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled. Akem was widely smiling with a very pleased look on his face. "Let me taste," he said as he looked up at her. Crawling to him, she softly kissed him. This kissed turned more passionate as he pulled her too him. Their tongues twirled each other as he tasted his own cum for the first time in her mouth.
Pulling back from him, Jasmine provocatively removed her bottoms and then straddled his face. The Sultan eagerly licked at his new harems love mound. "Oh yes," she moaned as she rubbed her pussy in his face. "Yes, Akem. Oh yes." His hands now held her thighs, doing their best to hold her still as his tongue flicked at her swollen clit. Her love juices began to flow from her as his tongue plunged into her. A loud moan came from him as he tasted her. This wasn't the first time he had eaten one of his harem's pussies, but it was the first time that one had came so hard when he eat them.
Panting, trying to catch her breath after having such an intense orgasm, Jasmine laid on her back. Akem laid next to her, watching her breasts heave as she deeply breathed. "Your pussy is the first that I have seen that has only a small spot of hair." "I shave it," she said, still catching he breath. "I like it," he said. "I shall have the rest of my harem do the same. You will show them, yes." "Yes," she panted.
With his dick once again fully erect, he laid between her legs. His hard eight inch shaft easily slid into her as he pushed himself in. It was now Jasmine's turn to moan out "AHHH H-HA MMM" as it felt as if he was ripping her apart. "Oh my lord and master," she cried out as he pushed deeply into her, touching the lining of her womb, and her backbone, as he did. "Oh Jasmine," he groaned as he did, "you are indeed tight."
Lying there briefly, he took in the tightness of her pussy before raising up on his arms and began to slowly move in her. Their eyes fixed on each other as they slowly made love. His brown ones watched with delight as her blue ones closed from pleasure. They sparkled as Jasmine's body arched, causing her breast to heave up. "Jasmine," he softly called, "open your eyes. Watch as I move in you."
Opening her eyes, she smiled as she raised her head and watched between their bodies as his thick shaft moved in and out of her. "AAHHH," she gasped as she continued to watch. "Feel it deeply," Akem whispered into ear. "Feel my royal Sultan cock as it deeply pushes into your American peasant pussy." Jasmine could tell that he was livid with pleasure at the thought that he, a great sultan, was denied her body by her father and yet, here he was having her. She, despite her father's wishes, had agreed to marry him in a state of delusion, but now she was willingly consumating their marriage. The thought of her going against her daddy's wishes made her cum hard.
Pulling out of her and laying her on her side, Akem pushed Jasmine's legs up into a fetal position before reentering her. Holding her leg down, he moved in her. He smiled as he watched her enjoying him. With her arms pushing against the large wooden headboard, she began to push back on him as he pushed deeply in her. Looking up at him, she asked, "Are you pleased with your new wife?" "AHHH," he moaned, "I am greatly pleased with my twentith wife." "Twenty," she thought to herself.
Placing a hand on each side of her, Akem quicken his pace in Jasmine. Soon she was cuming again and he too came shortly after her. Akem leaned over and passionately kissed Jasmine, which in turn pushed him deeper in her. Still in her, he laid behind her and lowly said, "You please me in bed more than any of the others. You will be my favorite wife because of it. I have not yet chosen a main Sultana, but YOU will be the one." The Sultan, Akem, then wrapped his arms around Jasmine, his new harem, and the two fell asleep.